Big Black Crow

Brian Taylor Smith

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Verse 1
There's a big black crow on a tree outside my window,
And he's got to go, cause he's screeching away making a
Hell of a noise while I'm sleeping in Sunday morning.
Shut up! shut up! you mongrel. Go somewhere else.
I've scared him away many times before but he keeps
Coming back to give me more. There's nothing I can do,
Cause the trees too high and I'm living on the second floor,
Chorus
Big black crow, you've got to go. (The bird wont budge)
Verse 2
Now there's three black crows on a tree outside my window,
And they've got to go, cause they're screeching away,
Ganging up on me, While I'm sleeping in Sunday morning.
Shut up! shut up! you mongrels, go somewhere else.
A bloody alarm clock you cant turn off. Give me a bow
And arrow or a slingshot. There's nothing I can do, cause
The trees too high and I'm living on the second floor.
I need my friend the fireman, to come and lend me his ladder,
For a while.
Chorus repeat